you know the contrast between how Vergil is presented vs thinking too hard about Vergil’s story is pretty funny. Man’s reputation is this iconic badass, the pinnacle of what video game rivalries can be, the coolest guy to play as, the guy who breaks every game he’s added to,
and then you go to the story and like. man’s lost his free will and autonomy at 19 and then came back a fractured man half of which was a lovecraftian eye beast the other half of which was a chronically ill goth man. and then he reunites and hes in like his 40s now I believe but legit the last time he was actually in a game where he wasn’t being mind controlled when he was 19 which is both sad but also thinking about how this guy who’s considered one of the top badasses of gaming has never really lived life outside of being a teenager.
Anyways this is the secret comedic potential of post DMC5 for Vergil because not only has the human world probably changed a fair bit in terms of technology, if he’s sticking around Dante he’s gonna actually have to learn in depth how taxes and grocery shopping work. Amazing.
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i need to share the absolute fucking Experience i had playing minecraft tonight. i'm gonna be emotional about it for days
so me and my friends like to play on this server that's pretty much just a bunch of minigames. one of them is Murder Mystery - of a group of - i think its 13/14 people - one person is randomly selected as the murderer (spawns with a sword), the other as the sheriff (spawns with a bow). the rest are innocent. the innocents can gain a bow by collecting coins. no one knows anyone's status unless the player shows their sword/bow. i'm doing a quest where, in order to get points, i need to kill the murderer.
so as the game start countdown begins, me and my pal are checking out this Red Link skin. it's pretty neat! we're all crouching and punching at each other, as one does. i feel a connection form with Red Link. we're buddies now. we're in this together.
so we're all running around the map. every time i see Red Link, we crouch and punch at each other. the game is going fine, we're having fun. i'm delighted that i've made a one-game friend.
then my friend says that Red Link is the murderer, and i literally have a hard time believing it. Red Link? my Red Link? no, they must be mistaken. we were together at the start. they had ample opportunities to kill me. it can't be Red Link. but whoever the murderer killed was the sheriff, and i needed to complete the quest - picking up the sheriff tombstone grants me the bow.
so i run, trying to find it, and i turn the corner.
there Red Link was, standing at the end of the hall, by the tombstone, with a sword in hand. i froze. i was so upset - not Red Link! not my dear companion! i was so sure that was it.
but i walked forward anyway, thinking that maybe if i dodged around them, grabbed the bow, and turned and shot fast enough, i could get them. the thought was actually distressing! Red Link didn't put the sword away. they watched me slowly approach. we stood on either side of the tombstone, and i expected Red Link to cut me down. i was well within reach of their sword.
Red Link calmly, still looking at me, moved to the side and past me. i panicked and grabbed the bow, ran to the corner, turned and drew - Red Link was already at the other end of the hall, running away. i didn't want to shoot, but i needed the kill - who knows when i'd get an opportunity to complete the quest again. it's a tough one.
i missed, thank fuck, but man. i was in shock. i thought i was a goner.
then, after the game where awards are given - the murderer, who killed them, who collected the most coins - i went up to Red Link and crouched. they crouched back.
then they left the game.
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talkin about Shanks with a good buddy of mine yesterday about him wearing like, comfortable old worn-in clothes in a modern au setting. like picture a graphic tee from 1987 in your mind, like that. it'd suit him so much, like an old kinda faded pair of jeans, sneakers or old boots (or you know, the odd pair of sandals bc he's like that), a bomber jacket perhaps...
anyway they had the audacity to suggest perhaps there are small holes at the seams of some of these shirts that one might be able to poke his arm or see his collarbones through so I've once again been sent away to the seaside for my health.
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occasionally i wind up in a conversation with someone whose only knowledge of star trek comes from the latest shows and i mention i'm reluctant to watch snw because i see spock being really emotional in gifs and i worry he'll be really out of character and every time they will say to me "oh that's because it's a prequel! they're showing HOW he became the spock in the original series, like learning to control his emotions and everything" and i'm like you mean his childhood? you mean when he was raised on vulcan by a vulcan?? you mean when he was brought up in a culture that taught him to control his emotions from birth as part of his culture and heritage???? and they'll say "it's because he's only half vulcan you know so it's harder for him" and i have to end the conversation there so i don't rip their throat out while attempting to explain that humans can also control their emotions and that wouldn't really help my point if i let myself do that
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Stampson posting bc eueuggghhhhhh y'know but deeply.. in love with Darryl freaking out in werewolf mode ( yeah it's another werewolf post IM SORRY) and going feral. Just in pain from a transformation and scared and upset and bloodthirsty. Ron trying to calm him down and Darryl ends up pinning him and it's a moment of " oh Ron's going to lose his face" but he grabs the sides of Darryl's head and starts smoothing the fur back and awkwardly but sincerely reassuring him. And Darryl's fur goes flat and his eyes focus.
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